FIC: Little Lonely Boy in a Cave
What is this madneeeeeess. I’m starting a new story? Blaaargh. Shame on meeeeee. But the idea wouldn’t leave me alone. Especially after I was inspired by Kuyeng’s lovely little work here (number 6). :D
So yeah, this is pretty much dedicated to her. :3
Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 1
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Eventual Jason/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: Little!Tim and all that comes with that. XD
Tim really should stop messing around with artifacts he knows nothing about.
But it’s kind of late to say that now.
Jason is in the batcave, originally intending to cause trouble, but when he arrived he found an odd situation.
Tim Drake.
As a 4 year old.
The tiny little thing is just sitting there, in a corner; knees curled up to his chest and face carefully blank.
Jason starts walking over to him and the boy (fuck, he’s so goddamn tiny) tenses slightly, big blue eyes slowly looking up to Jason. Feeling oddly sympathetic or some shit like that, he stops. Tim relaxes marginally.
“What the fuck happened to you, Drake?”
Tim just blinks a couple of times and then speaks in the smallest, quietest voice Jason has ever heard, “Who are you?”
Fuck.
So he’s not only shrunk, he’s lost his memories. Or perhaps he’s just been transformed into who he was at that age? Jason scoffs a bit; he’s not the one who thinks deeply about things. That’s-
Tim’s job.
Jason stares down at the kid, “Name’s Jason. Looks like you got into a bit of an accident.”
How can a child that young have mastered such a “blank face” routine? It creeps the fuck out of him.
“Accident?”
“Yeah.” Jason looks around the cave, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. And… there. He walks over to one of the work tables and examines the object on it. It looks like a fancy metal rod with a jewel he can’t identify stuck on one end.
Well he can draw a few conclusions from this.
“Apparently you were messing around with something and it turned you into a 4-year-old.”
There’s a little huff and Jason turns, raising an eyebrow. Mini-Tim shrinks into himself and he winces. He’s really not used to seeing the Pretender like this. “What.”
Tim mumbles, “I’m six.”
Okaaaay. Jason’s not sure whether to laugh at that or rage at the implications. He settles for a noncommittal grunt before going over and kneeling in front of Tim.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m going to take you upstairs. There’s a house above us, with a badass butler. He should be able to help you.” Jason stands and extends a hand to Tim, waiting patiently as the boy stares at it for a long moment.
It takes another moment for Tim to actually manage to place his hesitant hand in Jason’s.
Jason feels like punching someone.
He closes his hand to gently fist Tim’s and tugs a bit to help the boy up.
Once he’s up, Jason leads him by the hand to the stairs. Not once does Tim stop staring at their connected hands.
Fuck, he needs to get this kid to Alfred so he can go out and punch some faces in.
Luckily, no one else is home. So Jason makes it up the stairs and into the house without difficulty. He heads toward the kitchen, sure that Alfred will be there.
And he is.
Alfred turns and one eyebrow rises, “Master Jason, I was not expecting you to ever visit.”
And yeah, that’s a jab. Jason winces, “Sorry, Alfie. We’ve got a problem, though.” He pulls Tim forward, who had actually been hiding behind Jason. Tim’s small hand tightens its grip on Jason’s, looking up meekly at the old man.
Both of Alfred’s eyebrows are up now, “Master Timothy?”
The boy’s own eyebrows furrow, “You know my name?”
Jason can see all the thoughts running through Alfred’s head but he soon pulls himself into butler-mode. “I do indeed. When you are older, you’re a part of our family.”
Tim hums, “I see. So I seem to have regressed, becoming as I was as a 6-year-old?” Fuck, Tim sounds smart even as a kid.
“Indeed, young sir. Now, how about I make you some hot chocolate and we can discuss what you last remember.”
The boy’s expression turns tentative before returning to the blank mask, “Alright.”
It seems Alfie didn’t miss that little slip-up either.
Alfred goes to make the drink and Jason turns to go, but his departure is halted. He looks down and Tim is clutching at Jason’s hand with both of his, looking at him with desperation. Then he seems to realize what he’s doing because he snatches his hands away and clenches in front of them while bowing his head.
He looks like a god damned kicked puppy.
Something twists inside of Jason at the sight. He flexes his hands and frowns, before turning around and placing a hand on Tim’s back to lead him to the counter. The tiny little fucker is staring at him, wide-eyed and confused, especially when he picks him up and places him on the stool. Jason tries to ignore it and sits down himself.
What the fuck is he doing?
_
So yeah, this is pretty much dedicated to her. :3
Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 1
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Eventual Jason/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: Little!Tim and all that comes with that. XD
Tim really should stop messing around with artifacts he knows nothing about.
But it’s kind of late to say that now.
Jason is in the batcave, originally intending to cause trouble, but when he arrived he found an odd situation.
Tim Drake.
As a 4 year old.
The tiny little thing is just sitting there, in a corner; knees curled up to his chest and face carefully blank.
Jason starts walking over to him and the boy (fuck, he’s so goddamn tiny) tenses slightly, big blue eyes slowly looking up to Jason. Feeling oddly sympathetic or some shit like that, he stops. Tim relaxes marginally.
“What the fuck happened to you, Drake?”
Tim just blinks a couple of times and then speaks in the smallest, quietest voice Jason has ever heard, “Who are you?”
Fuck.
So he’s not only shrunk, he’s lost his memories. Or perhaps he’s just been transformed into who he was at that age? Jason scoffs a bit; he’s not the one who thinks deeply about things. That’s-
Tim’s job.
Jason stares down at the kid, “Name’s Jason. Looks like you got into a bit of an accident.”
How can a child that young have mastered such a “blank face” routine? It creeps the fuck out of him.
“Accident?”
“Yeah.” Jason looks around the cave, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. And… there. He walks over to one of the work tables and examines the object on it. It looks like a fancy metal rod with a jewel he can’t identify stuck on one end.
Well he can draw a few conclusions from this.
“Apparently you were messing around with something and it turned you into a 4-year-old.”
There’s a little huff and Jason turns, raising an eyebrow. Mini-Tim shrinks into himself and he winces. He’s really not used to seeing the Pretender like this. “What.”
Tim mumbles, “I’m six.”
Okaaaay. Jason’s not sure whether to laugh at that or rage at the implications. He settles for a noncommittal grunt before going over and kneeling in front of Tim.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m going to take you upstairs. There’s a house above us, with a badass butler. He should be able to help you.” Jason stands and extends a hand to Tim, waiting patiently as the boy stares at it for a long moment.
It takes another moment for Tim to actually manage to place his hesitant hand in Jason’s.
Jason feels like punching someone.
He closes his hand to gently fist Tim’s and tugs a bit to help the boy up.
Once he’s up, Jason leads him by the hand to the stairs. Not once does Tim stop staring at their connected hands.
Fuck, he needs to get this kid to Alfred so he can go out and punch some faces in.
Luckily, no one else is home. So Jason makes it up the stairs and into the house without difficulty. He heads toward the kitchen, sure that Alfred will be there.
And he is.
Alfred turns and one eyebrow rises, “Master Jason, I was not expecting you to ever visit.”
And yeah, that’s a jab. Jason winces, “Sorry, Alfie. We’ve got a problem, though.” He pulls Tim forward, who had actually been hiding behind Jason. Tim’s small hand tightens its grip on Jason’s, looking up meekly at the old man.
Both of Alfred’s eyebrows are up now, “Master Timothy?”
The boy’s own eyebrows furrow, “You know my name?”
Jason can see all the thoughts running through Alfred’s head but he soon pulls himself into butler-mode. “I do indeed. When you are older, you’re a part of our family.”
Tim hums, “I see. So I seem to have regressed, becoming as I was as a 6-year-old?” Fuck, Tim sounds smart even as a kid.
“Indeed, young sir. Now, how about I make you some hot chocolate and we can discuss what you last remember.”
The boy’s expression turns tentative before returning to the blank mask, “Alright.”
It seems Alfie didn’t miss that little slip-up either.
Alfred goes to make the drink and Jason turns to go, but his departure is halted. He looks down and Tim is clutching at Jason’s hand with both of his, looking at him with desperation. Then he seems to realize what he’s doing because he snatches his hands away and clenches in front of them while bowing his head.
He looks like a god damned kicked puppy.
Something twists inside of Jason at the sight. He flexes his hands and frowns, before turning around and placing a hand on Tim’s back to lead him to the counter. The tiny little fucker is staring at him, wide-eyed and confused, especially when he picks him up and places him on the stool. Jason tries to ignore it and sits down himself.
What the fuck is he doing?
_